Baddie 21 Bad? Maybe.

Of course I knew I'd be back home tonight but what I heard before that stop light changed me.

"We're engaged."

How? Whatever. I got s.h.i.+t to get off my mind. I could care less where I was. All I knew was she took me to a hospital I didn't know, I could always ask the cops to drive me. Of course they'd know who I am but for right now, I needed to find myself. The cops later found me and drove me home.
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When I got there she and him were there, "We were worried about you." Yeah, ight. You are sitting on the cough watching a movie worried. "So was I." I say then leave the cops in the living room to talk to my mom.

I get to my room and change, I had no phone since it was tooken away. She gave it to me for school only, I hated having one anyway. I go to her room and grab my old phone, I needed directions to sneak out.

Something came over me. It wasn't fear. It wasn't a third sense.. it was something I was doing to myself. Overthinking. Something I promised myself on my 13th birthday I would never do again. Let my thoughts get in the way of an opportunity.

I look in the mirror at myself. "p.u.s.s.y." I kind of whisper. That's what Lil used to say, anytime someone wanted to miss out. It was the word I used to describe myself until my 13th birthday. p.u.s.s.y. I snuck out despite the guilt, I came back and supposedly they didn't know what caused the fire. I'd be going back to school the next day.

As soon as I walked in the building everyone is waving and pointing at me. Of course THEY knew what started the fire, or maybe that I was just there. The rec was closed off from students until they got new structure.

By lunch time, everyone went crazy asking what happen and if I had started the fire. I was used to being knownby the first day, of was something I was good at. Becoming known for something- anything. I told everyone I wasn't the cause of the fire, but I can't say anymore than that.

d.a.m.n, this was going to be easy. I needed a team of misbehaving bratz that'll be up for some bada.s.s gigs. Graffitti buildings, running from cops, sneaking in and out of cla.s.ses, all that bada.s.s s.h.i.+t. I found the perfect 5 kids too, our first gig was this Friday. Sneak out of 3rd, steal spray paint from this store close by, then graffitti the fire station behind the school. This s.h.i.+t was gonna be fun, real f.u.c.king fun.

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